Lyrics (Mood per day)

~August 14. 4:41 AM~

Hey.. So, it's been a while. I've got some things in check now, and my life has improved. I'm just gonna get into the song because I honestly don't know what to say out of semi-awkwardness -w-"
Anyways, enjoy this ^^

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“Don’t say you want to die
Live on without giving up”
How foolish it is to say songs with lyrics like that are correct.
In truth, I couldn’t care a bit if I died, but I’d be pretty sad if the people around me did
I suppose it’s some kind of ego; that goes “because I just wouldn’t like it”

Not caring if strangers live or not,
And hating someone else just seems like some kind of fashion now
But “Live peacefully” nevertheless?
What a wonderful thing that would be.
On the other side of the screen, someone dies
Lamenting that, someone else sings
Influenced by that, a young boy
ran off carrying a knife

We are hated by life itself
Pushing values and ego, so we simply broadcast songs about
wanting to kill somebody else
Hated by life itself, we, who thoughtlessly say,
"I want to die".
Looking at life carelessly,
We are hated by it

I've got no money, and so today again
I sing songs of praise to insolence
Still, without grasping the meaning of life,
I realize it's pointless and take a breath
"Loneliness" could be the word to express these wounds?
Carrying nothing but such obstinacy
Today I sleep alone again
We who were but youths
Start to change into adults
We keep growing old until one day
We rot away like fallen leaves and disappear
Obtaining an immortal body
And live without dying..
I'm just daydreaming about these kinds of fantasy situations.
I couldn't care a bit if I died
But I'm wanted alive by the people around me
Living with such contradictions,
I think I'll get yelled at
Things that are correct should stay correct
If you don't want to die, then live.
We're going to end up sad and that's fine
You just gotta laugh

We are hated by life itself,
With happiness out of reach
We merely curse our pasts
Hating the hand life has dealt us.
We are hated by life itself,
We, who like the word "goodbye" a little too much, with no knowledge of a true farewell
We are hated by life itself.

Happiness
Farewells
Love
And friendship
They're goods that can be bought for money within jokes made by comical dreams.
I might just die tomorrow
Everything might end up being for naught.
Mornings and nights, spring and autumn,
Unchanging, someone dies, somewhere.
I don't need dreams or even a tomorrow
If you live, then that's all I need.
That's it..
That's really what I want to sing about

'Hated by life itself'. In the end we'll die anyway
You and me, we will rot away like fallen leaves
But regardless, we live on
Shouldering our lives, we live.
Killing,
Struggling,
Laughing,
Bearing,
Living,
Living,
Living,
Living..!